The Frenchman had moved back into Piccadilly from Down Street, at which the lad following him had immediately sauntered away a yard or two. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. She followed the landlady half way up-stairs, and called up to Ann Veronica, “May I come up? It’s me! You know—Nettie Miniver!” She appeared before Ann Veronica could clearly recall who Nettie Miniver might be. He turned. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting.
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